02x07 - Olives for Everyone

[bunniefuu]

No, I never liked
to celebrate birthdays. Yeah.

I find it kind of a stupid celebration.

Its only merit is to have made it alive
to the next year.

That's my opinion.

But...

this year I do want...

to celebrate because...

it was a special year for me.

[tense music]

And I deserve to be recognized.

Yeah, because my existence...

has been challenged.

They wanted me to take
a permanent vacation

but failed.

So now...

I have a lot to do.

It's midnight already?
Okay. Should I light it? Right.

There you go. Okay, shall we?

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, Eliseo ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Oh! The three wishes, right.

I've never had any wishes.

I'm serious. I have goals,

and I won't stop until I reach them.

[beep]

[beep]

[beep]

[blows]

[theme music]

[buzzing]

THE BOSS 2

- [snorts]
- [knock at door]

[sighs]

- Hello, sir, how are you?
- Hello.

I'm here to give you a hand
for whatever you need.

I brought you some cake.
It's my birthday.

Oh... well. I see that everything
is pretty much all packed up.

In any case, tell the staff

always to use the service elevator
and not the main elevator, please.

As planned.

It makes me sad
to see you go, sir.

Do you think you've won?

You really think so?
Do you know why I'm leaving?

I don't want to see
that bunch of assholes every day,

considering the lawsuit they'll make
against me for the alleged bribe I cashed.

- Right, alleged.
- Yes, alleged.

I'll destroy them,
and I'll f*ck you up.

Don't say that, it's pathetic.
You already tried 20 times and failed.

To show you that I don't hold a grudge,

look what I got for you.

Some apartments

here in the area,
with the same category of this building,

but all of them have a swimming pool.

So you don't get stuck
with that nonsense.

There are three for sale
and three for rent. I'll leave it here.

Go to hell.

You're angry. I get it.
There's nothing I can do about that, sir.

Thank you. Thank you for giving me

something to keep me busy all this time.

I had a great time.

[dramatic music]

Don't forget
to give me back my Tupper,

but if you forget it, that's okay too.

FRAGILE

What a son of a b*tch.

First goal accomplished.

- [heavy piano music]
- [exhales loudly]

- Hello, Lucila.
- Don't talk to me.

What's wrong?

I don't care what the shrink said.

I know you're a dark and dangerous guy.

Psychology of the mirror.

Excuse me?

The psychology of the mirror
is when we project

behaviors or characteristics
that we dislike in ourselves

onto others.

So think about it,
maybe the problem

- is somewhere else.
- You are the problem.

I know that you paid your nephew
to mug me, he told me so himself.

Oh, Lucila.

My nephew is a boy who has had
no education or opportunities.

I tried to help him several times,
but a leopard

cannot change his spots.

Everything he told you
is surely a lie, Lucila.

Stop it, Eliseo. Stop lying.

You and your nephew are two peas in a pod.

Two criminals.

And sooner or later,
everyone is going to notice.

I'm sorry you have
a wrong impression of me, Lucila.

[motorcycle approaching]

What are you doing?
Look at the mess you left.

It's a motorcycle, you know?
It gets dirty.

But the street is free,
take it somewhere else.

I came to this building.
Fourth B.

I'm the owner of 4th B, so go ahead
and take it somewhere else.

Look, if you're pissed off by the dirt,
clean it up.

[inhales]

[music of intrigue]

[dogs barking]

[coughs]

[doorbell buzzing]

MAN: Coming...

[clears throat]

- Hello.
- Eliseo.

- Is everything all right?
- Yeah.

- MAN: What do you need?
- Can I come in?

- [rattling]
- Uh, what for?

It's kind of hard to deal with this here,
don't you think?

- What are you talking about?
- Excuse me.

Wait, where are you going?

- ELISEO: I just want to see something.
- Eliseo, what's wrong with you?

What are you doing here?
You can't just barge in like that. Honey?

- MAN: He just barged in.
- WOMAN: Go.

Take good care of it, okay?

- Hold it tight.
- Why did you let him get in?

- It's okay.
- Go at peace.

Guys, you thought I wasn't going
to find out, I can't believe it.

I admit I first thought,
"These kids sell drugs."

Then I noticed that your level
of activity intensified from 10 to 15,

so I thought, "This is about money."

I want to ask you something.

Is this your girlfriend's signature?

- MAN: That's right.
- Ah. That's what I thought.

I'm going to read you the ninth clause,
which says "prohibitions."

It's very simple. "It's forbidden
to the tenant..." Meaning, you.

"...even on a temporary
or exceptional period,

to use the property
for any purpose

other than as a family residence."

Are you licensed by the Central Bank
to operate as a currency exchange house?

If not, you're in trouble.
Not one, but two.

- Shall I call the police?
- WOMAN: No.

- Don't call the cops.
- ELISEO: Okay.

- Let's do this...
- ELISEO: Yeah.

We'll grab our stuff, leave,

and you can keep the six-month payment.

Well, thank you.
I was going to take it, anyway.

But no... I don't take bread out
of anyone's mouth.

Really. I'll let you be.

Of course, you'll have

to give me a preferential quote,
that's for sure.

- Okay.
- ELISEO: Yeah.

How much?

A 15% below for purchase
and 20% above for sale.

- He's crazy. That's a lot of money.
- ELISEO: It is indeed.

But this is also a lot.
For the police, it's a lot.

- Shall I call them?
- No, no. That's fine.

- WOMAN: Okay.
- Lovely to meet you, really.

I really thought you were students,
I really did.

Well, I was a student. I went to school
for three years, but I dropped out.

Oh, okay. Okay.

Careful with the motorcycles,
don't leave them at the entrance.

Leave them in the street,
always in the street.

Oh, one more thing.

I need to ask you a favor.

Okay.

"PAPR: Provincial Administration
of Public Revenues."

Let's see, Lucila Morris, what's this...

"Rural real estate tax.
Location of the property: Coronel Donado,

Province of Buenos Aires, area...

two hundred and fifty hectares." Wow.

So she turned out to be a landowner,
Mrs. Morris.

Look at that.

Good day, Eliseo.

Good day, Miguel, how is it going?

Go change a light pipe
in the third-floor service hall.

It's blinking, please give it priority.

Are you still mad?

No, no, I'm not mad.
I have forgiven your betrayal.

- It was not a betrayal at all.
- Yeah...

It was.
But no hard feelings, on the contrary.

Actually,

during the performance evaluation,

I spoke very highly of you,
I said that you were a valuable guy,

and that in case I step aside

from this building,
you will always have the doors open.

- Really? Thank you so much.
- Yeah.

You don't have to thank me.

Always as an assistant porter,
never as a manager, okay?

I don't get it, why?

Because I saw you had
an unreasonable ambition to fill my shoes.

Greedy for power, I didn't like it.

Mm-hmm?

I see in your eyes that you feel
that I punished you. It's not the case.

Time will prove me right.
Mark my words.

Go change the pipe, come on.

Another thing.
When you were...

living in my apartment,

I had some maraschino cherries
in the fridge.

I know you ate three of them,

because I had counted them.
So please replace them when you can.

Thank you.

[tense music]

Excuse me, Agustina.

There's a guy who wants to make
a donation,

he seems to be businessman,
he insists on talking to you.

To me? No, I can't right now.

Give him the address
and he can bring whatever he wants.

Look, it's a money donation,
about half a million.

- Pesos?
- Dollars.

Take it, keep going.

- Hello?
- ELISEO: Is this Agustina Morris?

- From the Help-Ing Foundation?
- Yes, it's me.

I'm Luis Fortunato Duran,

from Duran Ceramics.
Can you hear me?

Yes, what is this about?

Well, I want to make a monetary donation
to your foundation.

I'm aware of the remarkable work
you're doing.

Well, thank you so much
for your appreciation.

It's commendable what you do,
and there is not enough people

like Lucila Morris, right?

A woman with an extraordinary
overcoming story.

I know what happened
to her husband, poor fellow.

And how do you know about Dolfi?

Lucila told me about it,
I met her at a foundation event.

This must have been
so hard for you, really.

Well, back to the donation,

- tell me...
- What was his name?

Dolfi... Martinez?

No, Sanguinetti. Dolfi Sanguinetti.

Sanguinetti...

But can we focus on the donation,
which is what you called for?

Stop it with the donation.

You're so greedy.
You're a bit of a bloodsucker, huh?

Excuse me, but it was you who called
and said you wanted to donate.

Well, you know what?
Now I don't feel like doing it.

So go to hell, you leech.

Eliseo?

[beeping]

Let's see what can we find
about the deceased. Adolfo...

Sanguinetti.

"La Voz de Zona Norte. Resident k*lled
in strange circumstances.

The deceased,
identified as Adolfo Sanguinetti,

worked in the purchase and sale
of land and real estate developments."

So he used to sell properties, I see.

"The prosecutor's office is investigating
the motive of the crime,

since the murderers did not steal
any object of value,

and therefore the hypothesis of homicide
in occasion of robbery is ruled out.

Prosecutor Jacobo Petracci

labeled the case as doubtful death,
and so far, there are no suspects."

He was k*lled but nothing was stolen?
That's weird.

[birds chirping]

Thanks for coming.

I don't have much time.

Do you ride a motorcycle now?

I had to sell the van,
I couldn't afford it anymore.

I needed a motorcycle to work.

You got a job, that's great.

What do you do?
Delivery?

Something like that.

Maxi, I called you here
because I need to ask you a favor.

Your uncle is very nasty
and a son of a b*tch.

I need you to come with me to the building
and tell everyone what you told me.

I don't get it,
what am I supposed to say?

That your uncle hired you to mug me
at the door of the building.

If they hear it from you,
his nephew,

they'll see that he's a psychopath
and they'll kick him out.

I'm sorry, Lucila,
but I can't lie about something like that.

Lie? But it's the truth.

No, that never happened.

Maxi, I get it.

I understand you don't want
to frame yourself,

but I'm not going to report you
to the police. I promise.

I just need you to talk
to the consortium.

I understand you too,
and it's not about framing me.

I take responsibility for what I did.

But I can't blame Eliseo
for something like that.

- Maxi...
- He would never do something like that.

My uncle is a nice guy,
a good guy.

He might not be perfect.

But he would never hire me
for something like that.

You told me it was planned!

You must have misunderstood me,
Lucila. No.

I have to go back to work now.

Guatemala 47...

4749, 5th B.

Relax, I have a good memory.

Okay.

- And thank you for the job.
- No, thank your uncle.

Remember, the backpack
always in the front, never in the back.

Don't worry about it.

I always bring this with me.

I don't joke around.

[dramatic music]

- ELISEO: Are you happy?
- MAXI: I can't complain.

I manage my own time,
nobody bugs me.

I'm on the street, my natural habitat,
so thank you for the opportunity.

You don't have to thank me.

Don't make me look bad,
please, I beg you.

Don't keep any backpacks.
That kind of things...

That's offensive, man.
It's not like I'm a criminal.

Got more trips to go?

No, I'm dropping this,
and going straight home.

Well, give my regards
to Yamila, Yazmin and Yaira.

You got it right.

Well, yeah, they're sweethearts.

Go on.

- Bye.
- See you later.

Go on.

Second goal accomplished.

[motorcycle engine starting]

- So you made up with your nephew.
- Yes.

It's better to have him near and happy
than far away and angry.

If you say so.

That's right, Gomez.
And I have something else to say.

Watch what you're doing, Gomez.

Why?

When I inherited Bebita's apartment,

this guy came and asked me for money
on the spot.

I wonder who spilled the tea.

I don't know.

It wasn't you?

- No!
- Right...

[laughs] Why would I?

Yeah...

You know I don't mess with you
because you don't mess with me, right?

Let's never cross that line, Gomez.
Is that clear?

- Sure it is.
- Oh.

[beep]

ELISEO: Listen. Now that you've fixed
your little family issue,

I need you to focus on this.

I've been searching extensively

about Adolfo Sanguinetti
and I can't find anything.

Maybe the key is in the countryside
so on Sunday

go to Coronel Donado.

During the day, please.

I don't like you to take the road at night

because there are a bunch
of drunken idiots hanging around.

- Are we clear?
- [beep]

[dramatic music]

[engine starting]

- [steps on accelerator]
- Eliseo.

- Hi, Hugo. Is everything okay?
- HUGO: How's it going?

Well...

Tatiana Irigoyen asked me
to start the car from time to time,

so the battery wouldn't die.

She's in an exhibition in Barcelona.

Oh, I see, I didn't know that.

How are you? All good?
What are you doing so early on a Sunday?

Don't tell me about it.

I have a young goalkeeper
who I'm trying in the National B.

Some Spaniards are coming
from Deportivo de la Coruña

to watch him train,
to see if they can take him in.

Because I'm not selling anything.

Is the situation that tough?

- Yeah, very tough.
- Well...

Speaking of tough,
this car needs service.

I'm going for a little run
around the block,

- to check it out...
- HUGO: Okay. Bye.

I'm talking to you, damn it.

[intriguing music]

ELISEO: It must be here.

[horse neighs]

- ELISEO: Hello, there.
- Hello.

Sorry to bother you.

I think I'm lost.

Is this the Morris family farm?

And who are you?

I'm sorry. I'm Gregorio Basabilbaso,
I'm a cattle farmer.

- Cattle farmer.
- Yeah.

I specialize in bovine genetics.

I have a young bull, and, man,
I feel proud of him.

I named him Sultan.

It weighs 1,764 pounds.

A scrotal circumference of 15 inches.

A natural born stud.

Oh, I see.

- This is the Morris farm.
- Oh.

Why do you ask?

Because I want to start
a breeding farm,

and I was told that Mrs. Morris's husband,

well, late husband, is Adolfo Sanguinetti.
He used to sell properties.

Did you know him?

- Are you his relative?
- No. No.

Then I suggest you not to name

that son of a b*tch too much,
because you'll get shot here.

But why? What happened?

The guy screwed up half of the community.
He sold a lot of land

that didn't belong to him
with trumped-up documents,

and then he took the money
and left, obviously.

People went out to look for him,
found him, and ex*cuted him.

He doesn't mess around anymore.

Oh, wow! f*ck!

Well, you can't trust anyone,
I always say so. Unbelievable.

- They ex*cuted him? f*ck.
- Yes, they did.

Do you want one?

Where do you know the Morrises from?

No, I don't know them. I have contacts,
friends in common with the widow,

but I didn't know
that this guy was a phony.

Everyone knows it here in the area.

The thing is, they were close friends
of the governor.

Let's say that they had a lot of contacts.

So the whole thing never left the town.

Just like any other town.
It stays quiet.

- Was she involved in the scams?
- I don't know.

But I do know that she introduced
Sanguinetti to all the landowners.

Then the guy screwed them
all up one by one.

I think she doesn't come here anymore
for that reason.

For all those screw-ups.

So she rents this land.

- Oh, she rents it?
- Yes.

To a company called Carepa.

They plant olive groves.

Carepa.

- Olives.
- Yeah.

Carepa. Maybe the brand
is not so well known in the city.

- But they're delicious. Yeah.
- Really?

- Carepa.
- Yeah.

I see...

[intriguing music]

BUY HERE
SALAMI, CHEESE, OLIVES, HONEY

[inaudible dialogue]

ELISEO: No wonder Carepa
sounded familiar.

You really thought I believed
that you were clean?

With that goody face of yours?

You're good at hiding stuff.

You're very good.

But I'm better at finding things.

You turned out to be just as much
of a phony as your husband,

and you're out of luck,

Lucila Morris.

[suspenseful music]

Hello!

They're so good.
I like them stuffed, would you like one?

- No, thank you.
- But look where they're from.

They're from your brand, Carepa.

Congratulations. They're from your farm,
from Coronel Donado.

I've had that farm for rent for years.

- Oh.
- I don't even know what it's used for.

And, how do you know
that I have a farm?

Well, because I check your mail.

And I just saw that
the rural real estate tax had arrived,

the one that comes every four months.

Be careful, it expires at the end
of the month.

That's a crime, Eliseo.

[scoffs] And yet you mentioned it
so casually. I'm going to report you.

Well, I don't think you're going to do it.
First, because you can't prove it.

And secondly, because you and I...

are the same, Lucila.

You have no idea the pleasure it gives me
to have like-minded people,

that I can tell all these things freely.

I'm not like you.

No, you're far from being like me.

Tell me, do you want to talk here
or in a quiet place?

We have nothing to talk about.

We do, because I also checked

your credit card statement,

and you have an extension
in the name of your mom...

Carmen Regina Palmiero.

Ca-Re-Pa.
Crazy, huh?

The olives that you don't know
are produced on your own farm

carry your mother's name.

Isn't that weird, Lucila?

[dramatic music]

If you think
I'm going to let myself be blackmailed

by a scumbag like you, you're wrong.

Please don't attack me, Lu.
I'm not here to blackmail you.

I'm here to tell you what I found out.
That's all.

I have one more little detail
for you to know.

No, stop it, Eliseo.

I met with the deputy of the 7th A,
I don't know if you know him.

A guy who has just had
a very ugly baby, poor thing.

And you know what I found out?

You'll be surprised.

The main customer

of Carepa olives

is the provincial government.

That's why you have so many friends
in politics, isn't it?

Look.

I took the trouble
for you to listen to it.

"Comprehensive plan for school cafeterias.

Daily menu.

Breakfast: omelet with tomato
and black olives." Oops.

"Lunch: starter, two meat empanadas
with olives.

Main course: potato pie
with stuffed olives."

That's a lot of olives, right?

There's nothing unusual about that.
Olives are nutritious for kids.

And for the grown-ups as well, yeah.

But look...
"It takes six and a half olives

per menu,

for 375,000 students,

five times a week.

That's 52 million olives

per month."
That's a lot of money, Lucila.

But that's not what I make.
It's a family business.

- And it's all legal.
- Yeah, I know.

But what if people find out

that your husband
was not k*lled in a robbery,

but that it was a settling of scores
because he was a huge phony?

You changed your line of business,

and got into a more sophisticated job,
such as the school cafeterias.

Huh...

It's wonderful.
I don't judge you.

Good for you, really.

But what if people find out
that Lucila Morris,

the advocate of poor people,

makes money by using them?

What do you think they'll say?

[suspenseful music]

I'm not going to say anything,
Lucila Morris.

I have integrity.
But you must leave this building.

Did you hear me?
You're leaving.

The kids had olives coming out
of their ears.

Poor children.
Don't mention it again.

That's right, Gabriel.

I've already told you more than once.

Never trust people

whose line of work
is "doing good deeds."

They're the worst, Gabriel.

The worst.

Wow, Eliseo. Really.

You don't miss a thing

nor forgive anyone. [laughs]

Well, Eliseo, since you're so...

So perceptive, so observant of people.

What do you think of me?

SECURITY

Let's keep this bond clean, Gabriel.

Please. [laughs]

[door squeaking]

KARI TRANSPORTATION
MOVING VAN

Lucila, do you have a minute?

What?

- Here, you can have this back.
- No, keep it.

So you can remember the time when
you blackmailed me to leave my own house.

No, it wasn't personal, Lucila.

Yeah, I know.

But you know that everything
comes around in this life, right?

Today it's my turn to fall,
tomorrow it will be yours.

No, that's not always the case.

It's unpredictable.
Sometimes it happens.

And sometimes it doesn't.
In my case, nothing ever came back to me.

Be at peace, Lucila.

[suspenseful music]

[beeping]

Goal three accomplished.

[car engine starting]

Three out of three.

[engine accelerates]

ELISEO: Well, what now, Eliseo?
How are you going to have fun?

It's done.
You put out all the fires.

So, what now?
Nothing? Is it over?

There's nothing more?

No?

I believe there is.

There's always more.

[beep]

[fireworks roar]

[cheerful music]

Yes!

[fireworks roar]

What about you?

Yeah, yeah, you.

What the heck are they looking at?

With your fat a*s,

leaning back on the couch,

gobbling up episode after episode,
like zombies,

instead of doing something
about your shitty lives.

I never forget.

You also judged me. Right?

Yeah.

With your little finger in the air,
saying horrible things about me.

You're not going to get away with this.

You're going to have a hard time.
Oh, yeah.

Because you don't screw up with Eliseo...

m*therf*ckers.

[malicious laughter]

You freaked out!

Everything's fine.
It's just a joke.

You fell for it.
Everything's fine.

Have fun, watch, comment,

I'll take care of living.

Oh!

[imitates fireworks]

[theme music]